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Jun 2016
I know how to die
When my eyes can see no skies
And my mind forgets tomorrow
There is no fortress I can run to
Only a grave in a cemetery
Neglected and left to decay
The day is not my friend
And not my teacher
The day is a wolf
And the wolf is hungry
The star of the morning
Samuel
I know how to die
When the fires cannot be warmth
And my skin is shadows ashes
There is no home I can find
Only a strange land
Where the sun refuses to shine
The night will have no moon
Only crying darkness
The night is a demon from hell
Grasping claw-handed for my skin
The star of morning
Samuel
A little dark

The hurt gets worse, and the heart grows harder
-Warren Zevon
Torin
Written by
Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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